Commandeering The Rum

Anne Parkington

An- Quick note. . .after months of pondering and pondering. . . I've finally decided where I ant this story to go, but in order for that to happen, Tara needs to be legal (16) and yes, you guessed it, it's going to be a LOVE STORY!! Awww. . . how cute. . . legal people. . .

-Chapter 2-

The next day was Saturday and the first place Tara went was the dock to see if she could steal some rum while Jack was sleeping. The sun had barely risen and was casting an odd sort of raspberry-kissed light on Port Royale. She softened her foot steps as she neared the ship. She tiptoed onto it and crept softly towards his cabin. She reached for the doorknob with a slow, trebling hand.

"It's better if ye knock first." Whispered Jack into her ear. She screamed, turned quickly and slapped him on his face. Jack stumbled backwards clutching his face and looking at her with wide eyes. 

"luv, ye certainly pack a punch for such a small thing." He coughed, still caressing his stinging cheek.

"Sorry!!! Ahh! Damn my reflexes!"Tara cried, rushing forward and inspecting his face.

"No worries, get it all the time. I don't think I've ever heard you swear before." He said, tonguing his teeth to make sure they were all there. He had a fleeting memory of Tortuga but shook his head to be rid of it.

"Well, it's nice to see you Captain Sparrow. May I inquire as to why you're awake so early?" Tara asked politely.

"Number one," Jack said holding up a finger, "call me Jack, and Number two," he held up another finger "I am up early because I don't want to be looted by little thieving girls after me rum." He said pointedly. "Why are YOU on my ship so early in the morning?"

"Um, I was. . . just. . . um, checking, um. . up on your rum. . um. . . I mean,  you. To see if you'd. . um. . " She stuttered. Jack laughed.

"You're a horrible liar, you know." He said.

"Iwantedtoknowifyou'dliketocomeonapicnicwithme." She said really quickly closing her eyes.
"Come again?" Jack asked, his face softening.
"I wanted to know. . . Captain Sparrow. ." she closed her eyes and swallowed, "Jack. If you'd like to come on a picnic, with me."

"It'd be an honor Miss Swann."

"If I'm going to call you jack you could at least call me Tara. Miss Swann is my sister." Tara said still quite pink.

"Alright. It'd be an honor, Tara. And when is this outing going to be held."

"Tomorrow . . . we can make a day out of it. . . meet me by that huge palm tree on the east hill in the morning." Tara said, and dashed off as fast as she could to town. See, the truth was, she had just made the whole picnic thing on the spot, but she had been struck with the greatest idea ever.  She would wait for him to wait at the palm tree and sneak in when he wasn't there and SNATCH the rum from right under his nose! She cackled evilly to herself, which drew some more odd looks, but. . . she didn't mind much. She continued on her day as usual, and went to bed happy, knowing she would soon be winning the whole rum situation.

--yes, I know, a pathetic little scrap of a chapter, not even FIT to be called a chapter, but im trying as hard as I can what with all my stress full happenings. . um. . . happening. . so. . im sorry sorry sorry!! ::runs away crying::